brittle craftsman

Measure once and cut twice,
three times, four,
cut into the sky and call them stars,
cut holes in the earth and see heat flow up;
cut thin slivers and wide shanks, cut and
cut until the shapes of
life,
of death,
of everything inbetween,
are imperfectly formed and perfectly observed,
and then cut some more.

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